He decided to keep going. And the snow beneath his paws didn't crunch or pack. That kind of snow would come later. When it was colder and actually winter. Instead it was just a powdery mess that was freshly fallen. For now the world just seemed... Muted and fluffy. With brand new winter coats and soft snow everywhere he looked. It was nice.
But it was sort of hard to settle into the realization when paranoia crept down his spine. Because he met Reyes nearby but that was only because he got attacked. The memory of a thin man with white fur and glowing red eyes haunted the place. It made his hackles rise and his body tense. What if the stranger was still out there? Hiding somewhere just out of sight and waiting to attack him. Nobody was there to protect him. Could he win another fight? He shuddered and pushed himself forward. Closer towards the distant trickle of fresh water that he suddenly wanted.
He didn't stop until he found the river. And even than he gave himself one last extra push until his front paws were submerged in icy depths. It was cold. All kinds of cold and he could the warmth seeping out of his toes. He was tempted to wade across the river for reasons he didn't understand.
(Could he freeze to death? It wasn't that cold...)
His breath slid out of his lungs slow and steady. He forced himself to stoop over and take a drink before he did something dumb.
("Now drink, niño. ‘for the damn thing freezes over." Echoed in the back of his mind while he did so.)